The Park

As I walk through the park with the fields so green

And the sun in the sky feeling like a queen

The sweet sweet smell of new cut grass

And bugs everywhere, I take a gasp

The beautiful view I have from here

Is fresh and colourful with air so pure

Away from the city with the fog in the air

Look at the trees swaying its perfect and clear

leaves in bunches secretly whispering

A magpie suddenly lands on the ground

Then his mate appears, I can hear their sound

As I dream of where I want to be

And think how to write and plan for the new history

A life of freedom and expression that is clear

Then all of a sudden this vision in the cloud appears

A leading role in a new show as acting is where I want to go

As all I want is to be creative, you know?

And a writer of things close to me

And unwrap the life that has been a complete mystery

The time has come for me to be, and rejoice in small victories

As is I sit in the park watching the trees.